Valid complaints. Kyra shifts a little, spiking a shoulder into the air because she has nothing to defend herself with. Maybe she should relax, too. It's a birthday party. She could get a drink and pretend she was a person. That's why she came here, wasn't it? She tries to go lighter. Like a joke. She's still sure how best to do that.

"Good excuse." She lands on, spinning the flower between her fingers gently, something to fidget with. "Maybe I should've let Noah win. I thought he'd be more happy losing." (That, actually, she stands by.)